My dd, 3, is the most frustrating, infuriation, distracting, wonderful, funny, cute, sweet little pixie, there is. She wakes me up with big cheesey grins and cuddles and I love her tickle-giggles. All standard stuff. They are worth it.
I rarely feel broody, proably because I know I will not be having another one, but my friend's 7 month old was so lovely the other day, all compact and cuddly, looked the picture of health, sweet smelling, big beamy permanent smile, right in your eyes. I would have smuggled her out if I could.
It's a shame that they are so much work, and that they grow up, but it is interesting to watch them do it, I suppose.